Aurel
The pain from my wound couldn’t compare to the embarrassment I was feeling.
My entire family had witnessed what just happened. Being carried by a man, all the way to my room, no less.
He had completely overreacted.
Even though he had already stepped away from me, the scent of his cologne still lingered strongly, making me feel even more unsettled.
“I can do it myself.”
That man approached, carrying a first aid kit he’d gotten from a servant who had just come in.
Mathias knelt down, preparing to treat the wound on my knee.
With his head slightly lifted and hands paused in mid-air, he looked up at me. “I’ll take care of it, Aurel.”
I hissed, “I can do it myself.” I held his hand back before he could continue. He should’ve understood what I meant.
As if what happened earlier
